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Saturday, March 28, 2009

DREAM: Meet Julie K. Clark, Culinary Killer

Stan and I were driving through some unknown town. We were driving down a one way street through an older residential area that was interspersed with businesses on the corners, sort of like Johnson/Gorham. We went past one business and I told Stan to stop because they sold beads. It was a converted drive-in restaurant. It had screen windows that faced a covered carport with blacktop parking. It had cheesey wooden signs that looked like the kind you'd see out west touting Souvenirs.

We walked into the building and headed to the back where I saw beads hanging from the wall. I noticed some agate/carnelian beads that had really neat nature-made designs in them, like clouds and fire. It was inaccessible behind a counter, so Stan climbed up on a tall glass showcase to get it. I told him to get down, that we probably weren't supposed to help ourselves to the off-limits merchandise. Soon a woman came to help us. I told her I wanted the beads and she had a hard time reaching it. Then Stan got on top of the glass showcase again, but then the clerk got a device from behind the counter that easily lifted the beads off the wall, sort of making a mockery of Stan's monkey climbing.

I left the beads on the counter as I walked around the store to find more. They really didn't have that much bead supplies...a lot of the interior/non-wall space was taken up by cards and trinkets. There was a young man, maybe early 30s, white, average length brown hair, sort of squinty eyes proselytizing to people. I guess he worked there. There was music playing in the background...I don't know what it was. The woman who helped me get the beads was saying how the song would be good to make something out of. I saw some rainbow moonstone beads and decided to get those. They were almost Labradorite-colored, but they were labelled as moonstone.

I walked by the proselytizing guy as I looked at more beads. He somehow knew my name and asked me "Who are you, Ann?"

I said, "Pardon me?" Not understanding his question...shouldn't it be, "how are you, Ann?"

He asked again, "Who are you, Ann?" I then realized this was one of his "pick-up for Jesus" lines. I told him I wasn't interested in cults, and that I'm an atheist, and that I hated being raised Catholic as a kid, and as an adult, I hate these culty Evangelical religions even more.

Stan, who is sitting on the floor looking through the moonstone/Labradorite bead selections, starts talking to him. I don't catch what Stan says, but it's along the lines of religion. Cultboy picks up on something Stan says, recognizing it as Jesusspeak, and goes over to him, extends his hand and introduces himself. Unbeknownst to Cultboy, Stan was making a mockery of it, but Cultie was a little slow to catch on. I then say something about "meet Julie K. Clark*, Culinary Killer." I then look down and Stan is covered in black lace, in a strange goth girl sort of costume. Cultboy is totally bewildered, but he's laughing, realizing Stan was making fun of the whole Jesus movement. I wake up, and although I didn't really understand what was happening, I was laughing too.

*Julie K. Clark was an alterego for Stan many, many years ago. Long story.



Blogger Stan said...

I love being the 'Julie K Clark' alter ego. This dream sound like the scenes in Lost where Desmond goes to buy an engagement ring. Of course you would be Desmond and you are suppose to make something out of a song? The "Who are you Ann?" is a strange pick up line and the epistemological turn becoming from 'how' to 'who' goes with the 'Stan' is - instead of 'how' but 'who' with the name 'Julie K Clark' - so - perhaps there is suppose to be another name for you.

11:05 AM  
Blogger Ann said...

The thing is, from how I understand the dream, the "Who are you, Ann" was this catchphrase Jesusboy was using, so you would say, "I'm Ann" and then he'd ask these questions about how do you know who you are unless you know Jesus (I'm just never got that far in the dream, so I'm just logically extending the concept). And I didn't want to get into a Jesusargument with him, so I cut him off at the pass.

I guess if it was LOST, it wouldn't be how or who are you it would be "When are you?"

6:17 PM  
Blogger Stan said...

That's an interesting and strange theology. So, the only way you could know yourself is to have Jesus as your tough stone? Then, who ever knows Jesus? If you can't be you there is no one to meet Jesus. This is a very ridiculous theology.

Thanks for explaining what he was asking.

6:23 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

Stan, I don't know what he was thinking, this was just what I assume he was thinking. I'm not a theologian nor someone who studies the crazy ways that Missionaries or Proselytizers (the word I'm looking for now escapes me) try to hook people into their religion. It was just a dream dreamt by a non-religious , so I'm just assuming that was what he was trying to do. I don't're more acquainted with how people like that try to hook and catch people into their trap.

6:28 PM  
Blogger Stan said...

You would be right that it is a hook to try and get you to talk to him.

6:30 PM  

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